After the Empress appeared on the screen, the previously chaotic scenes began to take their seats again. Prince Kang was just shady at this moment and didn't say anything more.

After all, he didn't dare to do more trouble after he invited Liang Xiangguo to come back to defend the market.

"Everyone invited today is the pillars that the Saint Capital has been able to build smoothly for so many years. In addition to the civil and military ministers in the court, there are also the SCP Foundation." Ji Ranli turned his head and nodded to the members wearing Foundation Non-commissioned officers' uniforms sitting on the far left, and the foundation members also stood up to return the gifts.

"There is only one purpose to call everyone here, Yangyang Huangyan, now there is a entrusted entrusting for survival and death, and I want to entrust you all." Ji Ranli said bluntly, with the expression on his face extremely serious.

The moment he heard this, everyone in the Silver Hall was stunned, and then looked at each other for no reason.

Is it related to survival? Is it so serious?

Liang Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this and waited for the following words. Even Prince Kang, who had been making trouble before, frowned and his expression became a little solemn.

No one knows his sister better than him. Although he looks down on her very much, in front of so many important officials, such words cannot be groundless.

"There are two contents of the commission. The first is that in recent days, many strange things have appeared in the Huangyan Saint. From the scp173 that first appeared in the suburbs of Xicheng, to the 053 in the Commercial Building half a month ago, recently, someone even found traces of the scp049 epidemic doctor. I hope everyone can stay vigilant and maintain the security status of their respective jurisdictions. Once these weird things appear, protecting the people in their respective jurisdictions is the first priority."

Everyone who heard this became a little restless. After all, most of them didn't know so much. At most, they only knew about a 053 accident. As for the others, it seems that the foundation had quietly recycled those weird things.

But why do so many weird things suddenly appear in the capital of Huangyan Country? Aren’t most of these numbered SCP projects supposed to be recycled and controlled by the SCP Foundation?

"The second commission is..." Just as Ji Ranli was about to say the second commission, the screen in front of everyone suddenly twisted, and a harsh sound came. Then the empress on the screen disappeared, replaced by a big k license plate?

"It's been a long time since we've seen the incompetent people of Huangyan Country." The man's voice came from the screen. He made a gentleman's hat-taking ceremony with a standard knee, but no one thought he was polite at this time.

Because behind him, you could vaguely see the blood-stained wall.

Zhou Wangjing stood up in shock. Isn’t this guy just Ash Bukato, whom he met yesterday?

"Oh? Zhou Wangjing? I didn't expect you to be here too. It seems that gold will shine everywhere." Ash Bukato brought his hat back and greeted Zhou Wangjing with a smile.

"I just don't want to be praised like this, why do you appear here?" Zhou Wangjing looked at Ash Bukato in front of him, remembered the woman yesterday and the blood wall behind him now, and asked angrily.

In just one night, where did he harm people?

"Oh? Thank you for reminding me of the serious matter." Ash patted his head and turned to look at the civil and military officials present.

"I would like to ask all the great masters of the Huangyan Kingdom, and I would like to ask the respected empress, where did you hide such red things?" Ash asked.

Everyone in the Silver Hall looked at each other because of Ash's words, but only two of them showed thoughtful expressions.

That is Liang Yuan and Prince Kang.

"You won't think that if you ask, I will answer." The first person to speak was Prince Kang. He sneered. As a direct royal relative of Huangyan Country, he had never been threatened like this by anyone.

After hearing Prince Kang's words, Ash sighed and lowered his head and looked a little dejected.

Then a strange laugh as if the gears were twisted out of his throat, and then he suddenly moved away from his body.

Behind him, in front of the bloody wall, was an old man covered in blood and his body was irregularly distorted. It was obvious that his bones had been twisted by huge force and he could not take any action while sitting on the chair.

The old man's body was suffering unimaginable great pain, but his eyes did not give in at all. He stared at Ash in front of him, his mouth full of blood, and was blocked by a cloth strip.

Ash took off the cloth strip, and the old man coughed in pain, and the people in front of the screen had their faces pale.

Especially Prince Kang, he stood up, clenched his fists, and his teeth were almost broken.

"What have you done to the teacher!" The anger in Prince Kang's eyes was almost overflowing. If Ash was in front of him, no one would suspect that he would immediately go up and tear the other party apart.

Because the old man in front of him was Lishouhou, who had long retired. For Prince Kang and Ji Ranli, he was an old man who grew up with them since childhood, like a master and a father.

"Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a virtue of Phoenix Flame. I just chatted with the old man and asked about the whereabouts of that thing." Ash picked up his chin with his slender fingers, and the old man's voice had already heard the side.

"Ran tea! You must not tell him about the whereabouts of his thing! You must not!" Lishouhou shouted loudly at Prince Kang, and then his face was in pain, and his limbs were inexplicably distorted irregularly, as if someone was tearing his body.

Then, one of his arms was broken for no reason.

"You!" Prince Kang was furious. Just as he was about to say something, a thick and powerful voice sounded from the edge of the Silver Hall.

"What you want has long been taken over by our foundation. Now, except for Her Majesty, there are only some members of our foundation."

Everyone's eyes gathered to the source of the voice, and a blond and square-faced foundation member stood up and looked at Ash calmly.

Ash also squinted his eyes at him, and his crescent smile seemed to be considering the authenticity of the other person's words at this moment.

"Our people look at the bend and the vastness of blood is visible. The whole world hears the day of death knell, and the world returns to the Crimson King." Wright Kulang said this in Spanish, and most of the ministers who heard this looked at each other and did not understand what the foundation's contingent captain was saying.

After Wright said this, Zhou Wangjing noticed that the expression of Mr. Liang's face changed. Mr. Liang, who had been calm, had suddenly shrunk his hand on his shoulder, and the force was so strong that Zhou Wangjing shouted out in pain.

After hearing this, Ash's pupils contracted, and his expression began to become a little impatient and dangerous.

He had confirmed that the thing was really in the hands of the foundation.

Then it is impossible for Prince Kang or others to know the whereabouts of such things.

Behind him, the laughter of Li Shouhou came again.

"Hahahaha." Li Shouhou, who was sitting there, suddenly burst out laughing, as if he felt relieved by such a result.

"Haha, I've said that you can't succeed, just like seven years ago, you will always be a loser." Li Shouhou raised his head, his voice like his body, like a candlelight swaying in the wind. He raised his hand hoarsely, pointed at Ash's nose, widened his eyes and laughed: "You are always losers, Williamville..."

Before Lishouhou shouted a certain name, his voice came to an abrupt end.

"It's so noisy." Ash said in a calm and indifferent tone.

"Li Shouhou!" The people in the hall shouted at the old man in grief, but they could do nothing but anger.

Prince Kang was trembling, his face was pale and he was almost about to fall down.

A dagger stabbed into Li Shouhou's heart. Li Shouhou looked at Ash in front of him, stretched out his hand, trying to reach the mask on Ash's face.

But he failed to do it, his arms sagging in front of Ash's face.

"That's fine." The old man finally lowered his eyebrows and whispered in a smile: "Ville, he is dead."

At that moment, Zhou Wangjing, who was as angry as everyone else, suddenly became less angry.

Instead, there was a deep sadness. The sadness did not come from others, but from Ash Bukato who stabbed the dagger into the old man's chest.
Chapter completed!